Chapter 38: Whoever stops this second-generation rich guy from asking a girl out for the first time will die!!!

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One girl was cursing, the other was crying, and the two figures disappeared in the rain.

Chi Leyou had never been scolded by anyone before, and his face immediately turned red and white, like a strawberry embedded in the buttercream of a cake.

The WeChat page threw a bomb through the "Latest Friends", bang——

She lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and held the dialog box that was about to collapse and crack.

"It's all your fault."

"Don't be so dejected," Chen Che advised sincerely, his voice dripping from above her, moistened by the drizzle. A hint of clarity lingered in the warmth. "You look shorter, really."

“…”

Even in this situation, you are still making sarcastic remarks.

The girl was like a corporate slave on her last day at work, her heart almost bursting with desire to kill her boss.

She stood up, brushed off the nonexistent dust on her butt, and took a step towards Chen Che. "Goblin, please make way."

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The girl raised her chin slightly and looked him in the eyes: "The telephone pole has become a spirit."

The young master couldn't breathe up or down, and his heart skipped a beat.

The moderate rain turned into light rain, and Chi Leyou raced against time to get back to the dormitory to get an umbrella before the weather changed.

This is an old building from a hundred years ago, with Roman arches and classical columns standing side by side, red bricks and gray stones, and a spiral staircase looming behind the window.

The two buildings made way for a narrow path, and figures of all heights passed by.

After exposing each other's shortcomings, a protective barrier seemed to be erected between the two, and they fell into a childish game of "one, two, three, whoever speaks first loses."

Chi Leyou picked up her anti-embarrassment props. The chat box was filled with the smoke of a landmine war. It went without saying that when the person deleted her, he must have cursed her harshly.

Shen Che glanced at the back of her head and glanced at her phone one more time.

The girl's fingers were poking and tapping on his WeChat avatar.

The new WeChat avatar - the Q-manga avatar drawn by the unreliable Paocai, this was the fee he paid for sitting for an hour as a model for him, and he felt at ease using it.

Chen Che glanced at it again, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. There was something about Park Pao Cai. This avatar and Chi Leyou's avatar were a pair of love avatars.

Chi Leyou changed Chen Che’s WeChat note: Ugly telephone pole.

Revenge is a must, and it's good for her breasts.

"Ugly?" Chen Che was upset. He didn't mind if you called him a telephone pole, but what did it mean if you added an adjective to it?

The girl glanced at him sideways and realized that he was very close to her.

The screen peeping came without warning, and the CPU speed in my brain was turned to the maximum.

"...Do you know the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches?"

"I'm not illiterate, don't change the subject," the young master said, a face full of humiliation. He had never been treated like this before. "You called me ugly and tall."

"The Chou in Zi, Chou, Yin, and Mao, you must have been born in the early morning!"

The girl's lips flew up, and Chen Che stared at her for a moment. This pyramid scheme leader, this charlatan, will definitely become the backbone of the park in northern Myanmar within three months of being exiled to it.

"I was born in the afternoon." Look how she made it up!

"..." Chi Leyou's lips peeled as he muttered, and a flash of inspiration came to his mind, "Stand under the moon in the second half of the night and absorb the spiritual energy of the sun and moon..."

Her moist black eyes blinked twice, mist forming on them. She instantly lost her temper and raised her hands in surrender: "I can't make this up anymore."

As we were talking, we arrived at the dormitory.

She swiped her card to open the door.

Bang—if Chen Che had been a second later, he would have been on the operating table in the plastic surgery hospital having his nose repaired in the middle of the night.

The girl in front took two steps at a time and disappeared into the corridor.

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"Here's the umbrella for you." Chi Leyou found the umbrella and just as he finished speaking, he realized that the dormitory was empty.

Even telephone poles will be lost.

She went to the window and looked down.

My sight first fell on the top of the big-leaf maple tree downstairs. Between the gray-green branches, there was a tall and thin figure.

He is a good-looking telephone pole.

His eyes seemed to have warmth, and Chen Che suddenly looked up. At this moment, it was a freeze frame, and his eyes passed through the buds on the branches.

Each other's sight has focus.

Chi Leyou cupped his hands and shouted downstairs, "Why don't you come up?"

"Girls' dormitory."

The sound of a man and a woman chatting came out from the opposite door. The girl said louder: "We are not in China."

"Who else has been here?" They chatted across the floors, one up and one down.

"Ren Mi." Chi Leyou blurted out, "My best friend."

"Girl?" Shen Che wanted to laugh. It was easy to trick a fool into talking.

Her thoughts turned, she realized that she had been stalked and followed by that golden retriever for several months, but she had no reaction at all. She was not a fool, she just had a bad brain.

Shen Che couldn't laugh anymore.

Then she nodded foolishly.

The corners of his lips twitched imperceptibly, and he uttered a single word: "Pig."

After a moment of distraction, she ran downstairs and handed Chen Che an umbrella: "Take it with you."

The phone in my pocket vibrated. I knew it was the driver calling without even looking. It was just a drizzle, and a grown man wasn't afraid of getting wet.

He couldn't make out the color of the gray umbrella, which had a ruffled edge at the end.

"So feminine." His low-pitched complaint was accurately intercepted by Chi Leyou, "I never use an umbrella."

"Stop pretending." Chi Leyou pressed the switch on the umbrella handle. With a pop, the umbrella swung open, and the bottle of peach-flavored soda in Chen Che's heart was also opened, and fine bubbles rose up.

He should be angry when he was scolded for loading goods. But his hand took the umbrella handle and tilted the umbrella towards her. Only then did Chen Che realize that his principles had already been shattered into slag.

"Oh, I'm leaving." She left the space under the umbrella with a lot of noise.

"Chi Leyou."

The girl who had just pulled out the door card tilted her head: "Huh?"

The drizzle was hazy, and his face seemed to be covered by a layer of frosted glass. "When are you free? I'll take you out to play."

When the voice fell, his face felt slightly hot, and the sunlight filtered through the pink umbrella, hiding the redness on his cheeks.

"ah?"

That idiot really didn't understand.

It was the first time that Chen Che asked a girl out, and he kept replaying those two sentences in his mind. There was nothing wrong with it.

"When are you free?" he asked again.

Chi Leyou took out a small notebook from the pocket of his sweatshirt and flipped through two pages: "I have classes and homework to do during the day, and tutoring at night."

"Tutor?" This old term has only been heard in the country.

"Well, I found a new job!" When she talked about her part-time job, her tone was as cheerful as a student in her last class on Friday. "I teach English every day, and my students are very serious!"

She changed the topic from dating to work.

“…” Shen Che gritted his teeth in hatred.

What kind of student is this? He can't speak a word of English. If you want to learn English, go find a foreigner!

"Seven days a week."

"I have classes Monday through Friday." She quickly reviewed her schedule. "I have a part-time job at Fear Castle on Saturdays and Sundays."

The two English groups were put together, and Young Master Shen couldn't understand them.

"Haunted Castle."

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

Chi Leyou pursed his lips: "I'm not pretending to be a ghost, I'm responsible for checking the tickets."

Shen Che got to know her again.

The nun had scared him to death that time. Her bone-melting palm hit his shoulder, causing a burning pain.

Now, you go to a haunted house to make money.

Facing his direct gaze, she tilted her head and deflated: "Oh, they pay too much. Do you want to go work?"

She looked Chen Che up and down.

"They're quite short of NPCs. You're so tall," Chi Leyou paused for a second, "go be a wendigo and play yourself."

Wendigo is a man-eating giant monster in Indian legends that can be up to three meters tall.

Chen Che had only heard of it and didn't know what the man-eating giant monster looked like.

"Send it to me?"

As expected, the idiot fell for it. He lowered his head to feel his trouser pocket, but his cell phone was not there. He turned around and wanted to go back to the dormitory to look for it.

An external force stopped her in her tracks.

The man behind her stretched out his arm, grabbed her hood, and said helplessly, "It's in your treasure bag."

Chi Leyou took out his cell phone from his pocket and silently resolved the embarrassment.

The photos are a set of animated images. The wendigo is taller than a telephone pole, deformed and rugged, and the sense of oppression visible to the naked eye is pressing through the screen.

Shen Che suspected that she did it on purpose to avenge the electric pole.

"The salary is very high." Chi Leyou explained, "You step on the stilts and then put on its clothes."

"And then he became a paraplegic?!"

She took a breath and said, "The daily wage is high. If you work two days on the weekend, you can buy your grandma a piece of wild ginseng."

“…”

The purpose of the idiot's reincarnation must be to piss him off to death.

In his previous life, he killed people, set fire to people and massacred Chijia Village.

"You need to think more about yourself," Chi Leyou's thoughts spread. "Earn more and save more. Only money is real. At critical moments, only money can protect you."

Chen Che was stunned for a moment. This idiot must be obsessed with money!

"We are friends, right?" She looked up at him, her eyes shining brightly. Chen Che had his back to the sky, but he knew that the rain had stopped and the sky was clearing up. He glimpsed the sunlight from her bright pupils.

He responded, "Of course."

If we weren’t friends, would I help you vent your anger?

"Yeah." She seemed very satisfied with their relationship and spread her fingers to say goodbye to him.

He quickly went upstairs and looked outside.

The pink flying girl pig moves quickly.

Passersby looked up. Few people abroad use parasols. Even fewer see a grown man using a cartoon-style women's parasol.

After Shen Che answered the driver's call, he saw Chi Leyou's WeChat.

Chi Daimao: The sun is out, put away your umbrella.

Chen Che was a little embarrassed and said stubbornly: I haven't used the Paradise Umbrella for many years, I miss it.

Chi Daimao: six points

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For dinner, I had ugly rice balls that I made myself, and I had to finish them even with tears in my eyes.

"Youyou, your cooking skills..." Park Yezhen felt as if all her body was drained, "Don't sell it anymore."

Park Ye-jin knew that Chi Leyou and her good friend Ren Mi were planning to set up a stall at the weekend market.

I didn’t expect that the business would collapse halfway through.

"Is it unpalatable?" She licked the rice grains from the corner of her mouth. Her roommate refused to answer the question due to her poor Chinese. Chi Leyou switched her question from language to text and sent it to Chen Che via WeChat.

Ugly Telegraph Pole: Pretty good.

Chi Leyou: To be honest, I will change your name back.

There was no need to pretend anymore, Chen Che pondered for a long time.

The “the other party is typing” sign at the top of the chat box says it all.

Chi Leyou: My best friend's family shipped an electric tricycle from China. If I don't have a part-time job on weekends, I'm planning to open a stall with her. Our initial plan is to sell rice balls, sushi, candied haws, and spicy hot pot.

During the day, I waited for her to finish class and had a hot rice ball in my hand. It looked a little ugly, but when I thought about this girl's pragmatic style, I knew that rice balls, like people, must be delicious.

He took a bite.

The flavor is incredibly complex—the wind must be sick. Anyone who makes onigiri must be insane.

Since he was young, his family taught him not to waste.

He pretended that his taste buds were damaged and took another bite with a blank face.

The eggshell was broken in one mouthful.

Chi Leyou: Is it very unpalatable?

Chen Che had learned his lesson. He skipped the question and started talking about her food business plan: First, the money still needs to be earned by the bastards. Second, there are quite a lot of people from Beijing here. One bite of your candied haws will tell it's not authentic. As for the last one, I tell you, you can't open it.

Chi Leyou was puzzled: the Malatang tools can also be shipped by sea.

Ugly telephone pole: "Chi Guofu" isn't a well-known name. Let the professionals make the money. Later, Mr. Yang will sue you for trademark infringement.

Chi Leyou: I changed your name.

When Shen Che was happy, sincerity was the ultimate weapon, and this girl listened to advice.

Out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask: What was changed?

The other party quickly sent a screenshot of the chat page.

A Q-comic "love head" that is very similar to Chi Leyou, Chen Che's nickname: Ouyang Feng of Maple Leaf Country.

Crazy, make you crazy!

Anyone who dares to stop her food business plan will die.